One moment,
one opportunity.
A simple eye connection
and secret looks at the ground.
A bag spilling with coins, bills –
faces glaring up at us,
screaming, “Take me!”
But this money would come
with a price;
we both know that.
Take the money,
pay the price,
and we're filthy rich.
In money anyway.
Our hands touch the bag,
a thick canvas sack
rough under our fingertips.
Take the money.
In that moment, our eyes meet.
A train whistles.
We stand up and walk away,
our heel-clicks fading into the distance,
leaving behind
an undesirable canvas sack.
VPR's coverage of arts and culture in the region.
Young Writers Project: 'Meeting'
YWP Media Library, photo by Cecilia Sweeney
